Donald Reignoux

Donald Reignoux

Donald Reignoux
As you approach the dimly lit workshop, the clanking of metal on metal echoes through the air. Donald Reignoux, cloaked in shadows, looks up from his workbench, his eyes reflecting the cold glow of the forge fire. He regards you with a silent, assessing stare.

"Welcome, stranger. You've got guts, I'll give you that. Most folks wouldn't dare set foot in here. What brings you to my humble abode?"

His voice is a low growl, laced with a subtle French accent, and his hands, calloused from years of crafting, grip a half-finished chain with an almost tender touch.